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On Being A "Professional" Master/slave

We've never, ever wanted to be mistaken for any of the countless people who claim to be a Master or slave when in reality, they just pretend for money. There's potentially a fine line in other folks' perception, and I've gone to considerable effort to never cross that line. My treasure writes here because she enjoys it, she loves to get and reply to comments and she also does it because I require it. In the beginning, it was a blog, nothing more, nothing less. In the last few years, it has become not only a blog, but also a hub for all of our online activity. Some of that activity is done simply for fun, some of it is to feed some sort of narcissistic need for kudos that I still deny having, and some of it is done to try to supplement our income by sharing our real life with others who might be willing to toss a few bucks our way for a small window into our normal activities. Normal for us but mere fantasies to them, things that they can't get at home or simply things that get their blood flowing south. Like most people, we started out never showing our faces, never being specific about where we live, blah blah blah. One day, I decided that I was tired of acting like I was ashamed of Myself or My girl, just so someone I knew wouldn't find a photo that would make them all butt hurt because of their own insecurities and closed-mindedness. In a very short time, we had started making videos and posting non-anonymous pictures all over the place. Eventually, My girl started doing live cam sessions for cash and it's become a multifaceted "business". That's why we're making this page. I didn't want it on the front page of the blog because this is still her blog, and always will be, but we wanted to add a page for some of the money-making things that we do.

About two years ago, we decided to test the waters with Kindle publishing. For a nominal fee of 99 cents a month, you can get this blog automatically delivered to your Kindle. Unfortunately, this makes it less likely for My girl to get the comments that she so loves, so if you decide to go the Kindle route, please come back here later to leave that comment you were thinking about!

Lately, we've had gentlemen ask if it was possible to buy My treasure's worn stockings. If worn stockings is what you seek, then we are happy to oblige. We've charged very reasonable amounts in the past, and that won't change. Pricing will depend entirely on quantity, color, availability, your location and any other variables or requests. We get her stockings from Europe, and we only order a few times a year, so we may have limited color options at any given time. If you're interested in My girl's worn stockings, or any other requests for that matter, please email her directly at precioustreasure_md@yahoo.com. We've done custom videos and would also be happy to do custom photosets. If it turns you on, and you think we can provide it, please don't hesitate to ask.

About 2 and a half years ago, we also decided to start making videos for sale. We've had a banner on the front page, but we've never really promoted it at all. Well, I'm not really going to promote it too much here either, but if you'd like to check out our clips, you can find them here. You can also find some of them here.

My treasure has also started working as a cam girl on ImLive. There's a banner on the front for this as well, but you can also click here or on the banner below to find her over there or schedule a meeting with her.

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Sunday, August 07, 2011

Shop Till Ya Drop

Master and i just walked in the door from spending the entire day shopping with His Mom. We had a really fun, long day. We haven't had a day like that in a while, especially with His Mom. She hasn't really been able to walk at all, so we didn't even try and we just used wheel chairs and scooters everywhere we went. It went much better for her and she was able to have a much easier time of it. i think she had a pretty good day, she sure acted like she was having a good time and not once did she say she was tired or want to go home.

Master grew up loving to shop because of His Mom and until very recently she's been able to shop circles around even me. Today because she was in a wheel chair i'm sure i was ready to quit before either of them! haha!! It was a fun day though and we got a lot accomplished. =)

Now we're home and i'm ready to pass out, i'm really wiped out, but it's a good tired. i've been in more pain lately than usual but i'm sure it will ease up sooner or later. It's just that while the pain is this bad, everything makes me more tired, much more quickly. But that's nothing new and i'll just wait for this wave to pass and hope for a couple of good days.

Last week Master instituted a new rule for me, i now have to ask prior to using the bathroom. So far it's going alright and i haven't forgotten ... yet. i'm sure there will come a time where i will forget and i'm so not looking forward to that punishment. The worst part is feeling that i'm bothering Him every time i have to go or trying to hold it when i know i shouldn't have to go again. i don't wait longer than i know i should because i know how bad that is, i just don't want to pester Him. It's a really fine line.

Anyway, i'm off here for the night, i hope everyone had a really nice weekend.

Peace to you!

MD's treasure

2 comments:

  1. I'm just guessing, but it seems to me that if he didn't want to be "pestered" he wouldn't have instituted such a rule.
    The fine line is that yes, they have control over our bodies, but no, in some very real physical ways they don't.
    Maybe that was the point of the rule though, to help you ask for what you need without fear of being a pest. :)
    Good luck!

    Tapestry

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  2. You make a good point, the fear of being a pest is totally on me of course. He never would have put a rule into motion without thinking it through.

    i do love the mind play though and of course Him taking even more control. =)

    Thanks a ton and i'll keep ya posted!

    His treasure

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